"Isn't Qianfeng doing it for you? When have you ever provoked a man without Qianfeng solving it for you? What an ungrateful woman!"

But to be honest, the feeling of a woman being drugged feels good~

After a tiring night, Chu Qianfeng sat down in the sedan chair and left proudly, swaying her small body after solving difficult men's problems for women.

The morning passed quickly in Leng Yuhan's absence. The courtiers talked about many things about attacking Xuan Zhao, but Leng Yuhan didn't listen to any of them because her right eyelid kept twitching.

It is said that if the left eye jumps, the right eye will bring disaster. Who knows what bad things will happen? [

After the morning session, Leng Yuhan ordered the palace attendants to prepare the sedan quickly and hurried back to the imperial study without stopping for a long time. There was a vague omen in his heart.

Could it be that something happened to Yuan Bihan?

The sedan chariot stopped at the entrance hall of the Royal Study. Before Leng Yuhan got off the sedan, he heard the sound of a woman wailing loudly from the study. It was Wang Linshan.

Is it really Yuan Bihan?

The door of the royal study room was wide open, and the palace attendants who were responsible for taking care of them all knelt down from the entrance of the palace to the study room, and lined up in four long queues, silent.

"Wang Linshan, what happened?"

Stepping into the study, Leng Yuhan saw the figure of a woman kneeling in front of the collapse and did not dare to approach.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, the Crown Prince, he

Tears hung on his brows, covered his cheeks, and covered his lips and jaws with muddy snow. Wang Linshan knelt on the ground and crawled towards Leng Yuhan. He grabbed her skirt and kowtowed continuously on the ground, until his head was broken and bleeding.

The red liquid covered the entire face, and the clear facial features could no longer be seen.

"Died, died?"

Repeating the news of Yuan Bihan's death over and over again, Leng Yuhan couldn't get over Wang Linshan's words in his mind. He only felt a sharp surge in his chest, making him breathless in pain.

Wouldn't it be nice to sleep on the roof when you leave in the morning?

How could a living person disappear in the blink of an eye?

After doing something that is not respectful to your father, do you want to be alone and free?

Don't want to be responsible anymore?

Doesn't she have to pay back her mental damage fee, shock fee, and free visit fee? She is Leng Yuhan, not Shi Hanyan. Even if something like that really happens, as long as she doesn't get pregnant and have children, isn't she the one he loves?

Is she such a lonely soul?

Leng Yuhan thought hard all morning, and this was the result.

If Yuan Bihan insists on having his own way and she has to do it, then she will make a three-part agreement with him, not to give him a title, not to give him a palace, and not to conceive an heir.

Otherwise, everyone in the world will be a laughing stock![

But before she could tell Yuan Bihan her answer, he passed away anxiously.

The effect of the medicine last night was applied to his lips. She was poisoned, and he must have been poisoned too.

Yuan Bihan, are you the one who gave me the medicine? Do you have the guts to give me the medicine, but don’t have the guts to face me?

Dahuang Palace, will there be no place for you to stay?

Holding his chest and leaning on the table, Leng Yuhan couldn't distinguish the hundreds of feelings in his heart. They were all mixed together. His heart was twisted like a knife, and his skin and flesh were cut off from his bones.

"Why don't you wait for me?"

With heavy steps, he moved towards the man who was covered with a white gauze. A tear fell from Leng Yuhan's eyes. He took off the white gauze and looked at it intently, bewilderedly.

"Bihan, why don't you give me some time?"

The man under the gauze wears light make-up and looks elegant with a flowing moon filled with water.

His eyebrows are like ink drawings, as beautiful as curved willow leaves, the bridge of his nose is as pure white as jade and unstained by dust, and his thin lips as bright red as cherry blossoms reveal a mysterious and dim coupled color, which is reflected through the window sash.

A slight smile rises in the sunlight. She is extremely beautiful and graceful, as if drunk and infatuated, soft as if just vomiting, and so beautiful that she doesn't seem to have died.

As if to deliberately confirm the very exaggerated saying in the flower field, 'The beautiful face is lightly bunted with crimson lips, and the beauty is praised with a charming smile!'

"It used to be a hibiscus flower, but now it's a heartbroken grass. How long can you get good results by treating others with sex?"
Chapter completed!